INKtober day 2: bed gremlin

so i’m on my journey to be a crone. not that i slept well before that…but now, okay, i won’t go into details. but sleep is rough & dream-saturated.

dusty & i have this on-going “game” to see who can stay in bed the longest. we have separate rooms here because i kicked him out of mine. and he hates that i like to sleep. i think, even though he is naturally an early-riser, he resents that i sleep in. so it is rare that i get to just lounge around in bed. normally, i have to get up & walk the dogs & feed the minions, etc. dusty will get up, but since they are my dogs, he will not take them out when he goes out for his morning smoke. so charming. and many mornings, the kids will insist i have to be the one to feed them or take them to the bathroom.

but this morning!
this morning i got to sleep in!
it’s like a holiday or something. dusty was generous and took care of the dogs & kids. yay.

so i stayed in bed as long and i could. sleeping in every different position i could find. every pillow on my king sized bed that usually has two to three kids in it as well. it was empty and i slept all over it.

i think i was supposed to stay in bed as long as i did. if i had gotten up any earlier i would not have seen the “bed gremlin.”

you know how sometimes you can see a picture in the clouds, in the wood grain of a door, even on a chalk board that has been erased of words. you know how you can see images anywhere if you look?

i found a bed gremlin in the folds of a blanket as i laid towards one end of the bed, gazing at the other end. there he was. grinning at me. giving me a present of a daily picture for inktober.

thanks, bed gremlin!

the dangers of bedsharing

the dangers of bedsharing

no zombies today….
i wrote this one a couple of years ago in response to all of the bedsharing debates & bedsharing taboo. i have been sharing a bed with my babies since the second night after my first one was born. it just felt right. i am pretty sure i am part grizzly bear & i kept thinking about how grizzly bears don’t sleep with their child in a separate nest, much less a separate room. so i bought a king-sized futon & put it on the floor & have had a bed full ever since. last night was a typical example of the sacrifices of bedsharing as my newborn was fussy & would not stay asleep–thereby not letting me sleep, and my two year old would wake up when i became exasperated, and she wanted to cuddle & to sleep on my arm as i’m trying to nurse the baby back to sleep. i get twisted into a knot and start to have a panic attack about how this is what hell will be like–wanting to sleep & not being allowed to fall asleep. (any thought of eternity–eternal damnation or otherwise–sends me into panic attacks!)

….huh, i was wrong, there are zombies in today’s post…or at least one zombie anyhoo.
and i will bite.